Yawn in a semiswoon lay awailing and (hooh!)

what helpings of honeyful swoothead (phew!), which ear-

piercing dulcitude! As were you suppose to go and push with

your bluntblank pin in hand upinto his fleshasplush cushionettes

of some chubby boybold love of an angel. Hwoah!

Yawn yacía semiconsciente lamentándose y (¡hooh!), sudando gotas melosas (¡fu!), ¡dulzura orejera! Como si, un suponer, fueras aguja roma en mano a pichar en los cojincetes a un angelito amoroso regordete. ¡Juá!